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Silco took a drag on his cigar while he listened to Marcus give his monthly report about the ongoings of topside. It wasn’t anything new, aside from a new trade route via the hexgates.
Jinx was lounging on Silco’s desk, splayed on her back and picking at her nails. She wore her favorite cropped top that revealed a generous amount of side-boob and an old pair of her sisters teal trousers that were cut into capris. Marcus was being an obedient dog today, and kept his eyes focused solely on his report.
Silco puckered his lips and blew out a ring of smoke towards them. The ring dissipated as soon as it hit her hands, and her bored gaze turned towards him. They had a silent conversation as the sheriff’s droll voice carried on in the background.
Don’t pick at those, that polish is expensive. Silco cocked an eyebrow at her pout.
Well, don’t make me be here for this stupid meeting then. Jinx said with her eyes, but dropped her hands obediently.
The quirk of his lips told her, Good girl.
He brought the cigar to his lips again but took his time wrapping his lips around it; slow and loose, showing her his tongue and teeth unnecessarily.
Jinx’s mouth fell open as she stared transfixed, and Silco let the heady smoke sit in his mouth while Jinx maneuvered her body so that it was no longer laying horizontally across his desk.
Now, much to his pleasure and Marcus’ discomfort, she was staring up at him from where her head rested at the edge of his desk. Her dangling feet nearly knocked into Marcus.
Her braids fell into a spool in his lap, and Silco gave her what she wanted for looking so pretty for him.
He slowly leaned down so that their faces were inches apart, and exhaled his smoke into her open mouth. She never picked up the habit of smoking; but enjoyed it on very rare occasions with him. Usually only sharing his own cigar. Her eyes were dark and imploring, and Silco saw the tell-tale signs of her arousal when she dragged her nails across her own bicep as she fought to control herself.
Neither paid the now stilted tone continuing to fill the office any attention, lost in teasing each other until the enforcer finally left.